Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 31

 31.

 

The break of dawn was welcomed by Elizabeth, who had then prepared breakfast for her daughter. Mary Annabelle had slept on the armchair in the living area, watched by the mother. Lilith had taken to the outside to keep an eye out for any wolves. Dolores, the maid of hers, arrived with the surprised expression that her mistress was there early.  The maid was in her working attire with the apron over the chest.

“I was away ……. At work,” Dolores replied.

“I could tell. Was it unexpected?” Elizabeth asked. “What did they take, Dolores?”

“Unexpected? No, it was as you said. They took the stones.” The maid replied. “I was surprised by the arrival of …… Victor Frankenstein and one other. They also took some items from there.”

“Items? I am surprised. I was expecting the …… Dean, but do keep watch. Have you advised the Alpha on this?” Elizabeth looked up from the tea she made. “My daughter will be waking up. I will serve her.”

“I will ……” The maid offered to assist.

“No, you will stay here and watch Lilith. I do not trust her.” Elizabeth looked at the maid. “You will not act unless … needed.”

“Understood, Mistress.” Dolores proceeded to do her task as the maid. She was not just a maid but the protectorate of the mistress of the pack. She was assigned by the Alpha when Elizabeth felt she was threatened.

Elizabeth took the seat she was on, watching Mary Annabelle; she smiled. She took the pain of leaving her daughter. She had no regret about leaving Victor; he was a means to an end. She took her role to return there, on the advice of her grandmother; your vengeance lies at home.

“For your mother, William Katt must die, but not too soon. Wait for the right moment.” Elizabeth heeded, but the turn of events was that William Katt sought her out. She played her part well, feigning alliance and holding back on her affection. What was unforeseen was the meeting with Howard or his namesake, Alpha of the Creek pack.

“Ms. Muriel, I thank you for harbouring me and tending to my wounds.” The alpha was wounded in a fight for the leadership; he won but was seriously wounded. He had reached Muriel’s house before collapsing. Next, he knew his wounds were tended to and had his recovery there tended by the maid, Dolores. She had dragged him in, and was later discovered by the mistress. She pleaded for his condition and requested silence on the mistress.

“He cannot be told to the authorities. They will …… kill him.” Dolores explained. For some reason, Elizabeth agreed. She was not to know of the werewolf connection until Beezer told her.

“He is a werewolf; an alpha one.” Beezer said. She was disbelieving until the night the moon set, when she saw the transformation of Howard and Dolores. She was fearful initially, but the wolves made no attempt to harm her. Later, when they had transformed back, Elizabeth was told.

“I owe you my life, Ms. Muriel. I will not harm you. I knew of your connection to William Katt. We avoided each other as it was arranged years ago. However, if you ever need my assistance, I will come. You will need a friend against William Katt… a powerful friend.”

That was how they remained as friends.

“Ms. Muriel. Do I serve your guest downstairs?’” Dolores asked. Elizabeth looked at the maid. It was obvious that she knew of the going-on at the basement, but she didn't say anything.

“Leave him be,” Elizabeth replied. In the basement, Beezer dragged its form across the flooring towards Jeeves. The other looked at the demon and then cursed at it.

“Hold your tongue, witch.” Beezer, still in pain, looked at the chained witch. “I could tear out your tongue.”

“Do it, demon. I do not fear you.” Jeeves laughed. “For me, death is ever welcomed. Who disfigured you?”

“Stop talking.” Beezer felt the humiliation in its injuries. It dragged itself upright and snarled. It never saw the blow that landed on the back of its head. The one item that demons feared was the iron bar that caused them great pain. Beezer went down on its knees and received a second blow on the head. Repeated blows terminated the demon of its soul.

“Who are you?” Jeeves asked.

“Your saviour.” The voice belonged to Lilith. The lady approached the other witch and swung the iron bar on the face. “I am here to end your existence.”

Lilith followed through with several blows and then walked away.

“You are messy in your kill.” Lilith heard the voice and looked towards it. “I could not have done such savagery.”

“Stay out of my way, Brown.” Lilith did not turn to the voice. “I have to cull the numbers.”

“Yea, Lilith. I am just here to tell……” Brown stepped out of the shadows.

“Go back to the Wiccan; she will look for you.” Lilith told the other. “We must be ready to take over the coven.”

“We will be, but not the others. I was told that Willian Katt is also massing his coven there.” Lilith stepped to the stairs leading up. “It will be a bloodbath. A worthy sacrifice to the master then.”

“Oh, there is another in town. I was told the sisters are here. They came to rescue their apprentice, the Spielsdorf lady.” The voice said. “Unforeseen, but we are ready.”

“Do be ready, Brown. I will be there soon after I contain the lady upstairs.” Lilith took her leave of the basement.

“Lilith, you are a brave witch, but I am more superior.” Brown looked at the departing witch. “When the Wiccan dies, I will be the new……Warlock.”

Meanwhile at the cottage, another standoff was taking place. Doctor Abraham walked into the cottage and saw his sons there. Kane was nursing a sore shoulder when he slammed into the tree; his brother was supported up by Lauren. Rudolf, the father, was brooding at the corner, and there was Sven looking solemn. It was a solemn day.

“Who are you?’ Doctor Abraham looked at the figures there. “Or what are you?”

“Witches, Doctor Abraham.” Carmilla smiled. “We are dead witches physically, but we exist in the spirit form. It is our power to do so for a time… far too long while we trained up the new coven leader.”

“You are dead. I have heard of the power that was with a few covens, and this is my first time ……. Seeing it.” Doctor Abraham smiled. “In all my years of serving the High Council, this is a rare moment.”

“Your efforts are well noted, but we are surprised that you are here. Rather out of your home continent, and ……”

“I go where I am to do my tasks. During my stay here, I am well occupied. Your aisles are beaming with ……. The ……”

“Livestock, Doctor Abraham. For your culling, if I may be crude.” The other witch spoke out. “I am Annabelle … Frankenstein. I was with the Общий.”

“Hallo, Fraulein.” Doctor Abraham bowed to the lady. Annabelle was born into a German family.

“I am no more German, Doctor Abraham.” Annabelle smiled. “I am a witch of the sister’s.”

“Your tasks were recorded by the High Council, and from the last entry, you have…retired.” Doctor Abraham smiled.

“Yes, soon after I was with the Общий. As it was with my sister, Lissa,” Annabelle said. “We are dead… technically, but the sisters will resurface with a new witch… a more powerful one.”

“Yes, the sisters were powerful. So, you are to get the pinnacle of power as it will be in some hours from now.” Doctor Abraham smiled. “I am tasked here to monitor the event too.”

“And cull… destroy will be the definition.” Annabelle said. “We are not here for the power. We are here to assist Lauren, for she is besieged by demons. Do yours, Doctor. We will do ours.”

“Why was that?” Doctor Abraham asked.

“Her mother, Lissa, is held captive by the demons. They also want her.” Carmilla replied. “We will stop them.”

“Your mother is a witch?” Abel looked at the lady. Lauren nodded.

“It gets more complex as the day unfolds.” Doctor Abraham smiled. “And what of the man outside at the grave?”

Victor Frankenstein was forgotten then. The man had returned and saw the grave was disturbed. A figure was crouched there.

“Mary……. Is that you?” Victor approached the grave. The creation nodded without turning.

“Hello, Master. Henry moved just now.” Victor saw that Mary was holding onto what was a hand that protruded from the grave.

“Henry……. How could it be?” Victor shook his head and stepped back. “He is… was dead.”

“No, Master. He is…… alive. I can feel his …… I am touching his hand.” Mary sighed. “I am holding him.”

Mary sighed because of all the time she had spent with Henry; she loved him, but she felt nothing of him inside of her.

“Master, can you bring him back to me?” Mary looked to her creator. “I loved him. I need him.”

“I ……. I am not sure.” Victor stood there. “I can …… try. I am trying… No, I will try.”

“Why, Master? Why bring me alive and not him too?” Mary asked. “Is it because he is… dead?”

“No, Mary.” Victor found himself relating to his creation by the name. “I am unsure of how it was done…….”

“Please do, Master,” Mary pleaded. Victor went down on his knees. Hours ago, he was keen to resume the work, the creation of a life, but watching Mary at the grave, he was lost. His last ten years of effort had yielded no results but failures.

“God!” Victor looked to the skies. “Why do you torment me? I am not you, and ……. Cannot be you.”